El Trovador

Y...ha...ha,ha,yeah...

I go alone crying my sorrows
Alone in the desert of forgiveness
Next to my guitar companion
Who knows the sadness...
Of a troubadour...of a troubadour...
Of a troubadour.

I was walking through life alone
Alone, with my sorrow and my pain
I was singing my sorrows alone
And the world knows me... as the troubadour,
As the troubadour...

Even though as I sing, I go crying...
And singing I carry my pain...